One week and one day ago exactly, I celebrated my two year anniversary as a new(ish) New Yorker. It was a really good day. I worked on set at look book photo shoot for a clothing company and as Sheila E blared in the speakers at Pier 59, I couldn’t help but smile when she sang, “the girl’s got a lot on her mind, she’s got big thoughts, big dreams… ”
In my quest for living the glamorous life in New York City, there are a few gems I’ve learned along the way. This is a long read, pour a little something and settle in for a peek in the fast life (how my Dad refers to life in the city).
Let me tell you, I had a time, finding Michaela Pratt’s outfits on How to Get Away with Murder for her style post. But you all seemed to appreciate the tips and screen grabs (Aja did too!).
Your response showed me I’m not the only one who is curious about Aja Naomi King’s character’s style. In fact, some of my better performing posts revolve around our favorite characters and their wardrobes: Jessica Day, Mindy Kaling, Hannah Horvath and Blair Waldorf.
If we’re to believe the New York Times, falling in love is as simple as answering 37 questions and then making direct eye contact. I read an article stating such in bed early one Monday (after hitting snooze twice) and decided that I believed it.
While I may not have fallen in love per say, I have become infatuated with someone based on their ideas, the way that they speak, their Tumblr even, without knowing much else. It should be noted that years ago, before my boyfriend and I lived in the same state we would talk on the phone for hours asking each other questions not unlike the ones suggested by the New York Times (that hasn’t changed).
He on the other hand, is not a believer. “Interesting, but I don’t think it’s that simple. Questionnaire, staring at each other, it’s all interesting… But there’s a time factor that more often than not is necessary. Also, the experiment doesn’t account for the physical side of things,” he typed in iMessage when I asked him his thoughts.
I wore shorts the other day. Lace shorts, without tights.
Hold on, wait.
So maybe, just maybe, I am a little excited about getting dressed and having a place to go again.
I hated for a minute that I got caught up in the hype of starting a New Year and the subsequent New Year, New Me attitude that follows.
You guys know I take stock in my life, evaluating what can enter a new year with me when it comes time to turn a year older, but this New Year’s Eve was weird.